The light soared like a comet through the skies. Yan Zaizen paused, his brows furrowed, and his senses became alert. Just earlier they had inadvertently offended a Third or Fourth Phase Heavenly Creation Expert, and this light could be trouble. Trouble he'd rather avoid.

The only calming fact was that the light's aura was at the Heavenly Genesis Realm, not reaching the heaven-equalling, earth-toppling fluctuations of a Heavenly Creation expert.

Yri also focused her attention, but unlike Yan Zaizen who wished to avoid unnecessary conflict, her eyes shone with a light of obsession and killing intent. It was undisguised and sharp. She had always been one who acted upon her emotions disregarding the consequences. This could be witnessed by her willingness to seal herself in stasis for billions of years and have no concerns.

Even Yan Zaizen felt that this woman was bothersome. The killing intent was like a searing blaze capable of burning all those who neared it. He even had half a mind to send a slap. If she wanted to create trouble, couldn't she do it when he's not around? At that point, he couldn't care about her life and death, as it wouldn't affect his own.

The light halted a few meters away from them. Slowly, it revealed a figure. This figure was a woman with the form of a vixen. She had a voluptuous body, massive breasts that seemed to be threatening the azure outfit she wore about its intent to escape at the slightest provocation, and curves that could cause others to envy. As for her face, it was haughty and gorgeous, like an empress of a nation.

Yan Zaizen, as a man, couldn't help but give her a good look. As for Yri, she only started daggers as if she only saw the woman's muscles and bones without skin. It was oddly disturbing.

"..." The woman didn't speak but surveyed Yan Zaizen up and down without concealing her probing. It seemed she was curious about him. When she turned to find Yri staring at her, she couldn't help but be startled a little.

"A celestial?" Her words were filled with shock, but then, it was replaced with disdain and contempt. Yri, however, didn't flare up at the expression, but her eyes seemed to contain an arrogance that made it seem as if acting was beneath her.

Decidingly ignoring all blazing interactions and open probing, Yan Zaizen calmly asked, "Do you want something?" His tone was neither servile or arrogant, only a calmness befitting a sovereign.

This woman had the cultivation base at the Ninth-Floor Heavenly Genesis Realm, making her a top-tier Heavenly Commander capable of controlling an aspect of heaven, close to constructing her own and equalling that which reigned over this universe's laws.

"You cultivate the Law of Rebirth?" She calmly asked a question of her own.

Yan Zaizen didn't bother with nonsense and directly nodded to confirm her words. The Law of Rebirth was an Imperial Law created from the Laws of Life and Death, and govern rejuvenation and decline of physicality.

"An Eighth-Floor Heavenly Genesis Rebirth Cultivator…" Her words were somewhat quiet as if contemplating the nature of this. In truth, Yan Zaizen's law and cultivation base made him one of the most talented people in the Fortune Cemetery. After all, the difficulty to comprehend an Imperial Law was millions of times harder than a World Law.

This was why the majority of Heavenly Gods, those who could take control of one of the Thirty-Three Heavens, cultivated them. It was this very reason why Ezekiel's Father and the Heavenly God that took his place was capable of becoming the top figures amidst literally countless cultivators.

"I wish to extend an invitation on behalf of the Ouroboros Empire!" The woman spoke proudly, as if expecting Yan Zaizen to feel shaken by her words.

However, Yan Zaizen and Yri only looked at her with ignorance. In fact, Yri coldly snorted in cold contempt.

"You!" The woman flared, her bosom looked like dual moons shrinking and expanding. Yan Zaizen sighed. He pretty much already put together the pieces. Someone on the ship noticed him heal Yri with the Law of Rebirth and sent this woman as an envoy to invite them aboard, likely for some task or recruitment.

Unfortunately for them, he wasn't the type to join others without good reason nor did he have the time to do so. While he may be curious, his mind and thoughts were on finding the compass and then going to Hell to unleash hell.

For now, he didn't want to involve himself in any time-wasting engagements. If possible, he would've loved not to have met Yri either. She was a headache already.

"Thanks, but no thanks." Calmly rejecting, he didn't wait before he circulated his heavenly might before stepping forward. However, before he could truly depart, a figure appeared before him - it was a man.

When this man appeared, Yan Zaizen's eyes turned into a needlepoint. Yri's expression shifted as well, her eyes containing a ray of obsession that revealed undisguised hatred. This was the man who had injured her!

Yan Zaizen quickly regained his calm. He looked at this man closely. His handsome face and grand disposition left him with nothing but praise. The man wasn't a real person, but a projection formed by manipulating the heavens. It could be called a Heavenly Remnant.

It was constructed from the law of heaven. If it was before, Yan Zaizen wouldn't have noticed it, but he had comprehended the Law of Heaven to a certain extent, how could he not? This law was the core law of the universe.

'This must be an ability of a Heavenly Creation expert, quite similar to Astral Projection and Time Remnants. Using a trace of your will and cultivation to create a form of heaven, interesting.'

As he analyzed the man before him, he couldn't help but praise his cultivation base. He truly was at least at the Third Phase of the Heavenly Creation Realm. While his own cultivation base was lacking, his comprehension of the foundational functions of the myriad laws of heaven couldn't be underestimated.

However, when it came to advanced applications of the laws, he was definitely behind those who've lived for millions of years.

"Three thousand years," the man spoke calmly but a profound power was within his speech that made it seem to be irrefutable. Yan Zaizen understood his intent, but calmly shook his head in reply. To him, he didn't wish to surrender to anyone or anything, be it one day or three thousand years.

"..." There was a long silence after his refusal. Yri and the woman had different expressions on their faces as they watched the two men stare at each other. One was blazing hatred and the other was loving affection.

Shockingly, Yri and the woman's expressions were not what one would expect. The one with blazing hatred was the azure clothed woman and Yri had loving affection. This affection…

Yan Zaizen felt a shiver at the back of his spine suddenly.

"One move," the man suddenly spoke.

Sighing inwardly, Yan Zaizen nodded. In the world of cultivators, strength still reigned supreme. It seemed this man required him for something and for three thousand years at that. Therefore, he was seeking to subjugate Yan Zaizen with an awe-inspiring display of strength.

With a breath, Yan Zaizen's eyes glimmered with a glow. His body emanated a powerful surge of heavenly might as his posture became upright and forceful. The man, who was only a Heavenly Remnant, pointed his finger at Yan Zaizen's chest.

They were no more than a few meters apart. The finger was so close that a small push and it'd touch his robe. That finger shined with an odd color. It wasn't something Yan Zaizen could clearly define. It was like pink and green became one and had a child, and then cyan had a child with that child to produce this color. It was bright and lively but incredibly gaze-snatching.

Knowing that this energy didn't derive its origins from any of the Heavenly Laws known, he speculated it belonged to the Origin Law birthed by this expert. This law seemed to be capable of existing within this heaven as an independent entity. It was truly awe-inspiring.

However, to Yan Zaizen, this finger was like the deliverance of ruin and disaster. He didn't move in response to this finger. Instead, he closed his eyes in response.

The world, heaven and earth, the earths and the skies above and below, seemed to all vanish as only that finger and Yan Zaizen existed in this world.

Then, a light was born.

It emanated life.

It siphoned death.

It was endless and immortal.

Physicality! As long as it is physical, it is governed by these rules! If it lives, it must die, and if it must die, then it shall be birthed anew!

His eyes opened and the heaven and earth seemed to be subjected to his will. He recalled Yri's earlier words: "Where time exists, so do I!" These profound words contained the quintessence of laws and its ultimate expression of form and application.

As long as life exists, so shall I!

As long as death looms, so shall I!

As long as heaven abides by these laws, so shall you!!

"Fall."

A single word. It was calm and unaffected by the finger of absolute ruin making its way to devastate his entirety.

He opened his eyes. They were no longer amber-gold but contained a white flame in his right eye, a black orb in his left eye, and at his glabella was a flickering glimmer of light.

"Fall!" The finger touched his chest and those words were shouted, as if all those in heaven and earth had to listen.

The man's expression changed drastically. A black shadow seemed to be birthed at his fingertip. He seemed to want to say something, but like a paper covered in oil dropped into fire, he combusted instantly into a shadowy aura of death.

"Rise."

The shadowy aura of death combusted as quickly as it was born into a white flame.

Shaking his head, he grabbed the flame and absorbed it. Without thinking twice, he turned to Yri, "lets go."